Triple Claim: Runaway With The Biker’s Baby

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“What?” I spluttered.

“If you’re so sure you don’t want me, we should test it out, to prove that you’re lying and also remind you of who you belong to.” he drawled, his breath hitting my face.

I was aware of his hard c**k pressing against my stomach now, feeling hot and large.

“T- that’s never gonna happen, and I- I don’t belong to you, Kael.”

He grasped my jaw, making me gasp.

“Are you forgetting the exact words you chanted the last time I was inside you? how you belonged to me over and over again. That’s yet to change, doll.” He revealed and my mouth soundlessly opened, my face hot.

I spulttered. “T- that makes no sense!”

He snorted, grinning as he pulled away. “It makes a lot of sense and you’ll see in no time.”

He pressed his c**k harder against my stomach and I gasped, my p***y aching while he grinned.

“Complete the task. Get me off, doll.”

I scowled, feeling bested as I took his c**k in my palm and began to jerk him off fast. “Stop calling me that stupid nickname.”

“The last time I was inside you, you came hard when I called you that.” He reminded me and my insides grew hot again.

He grunted as I jerked him hard and fast instead of responding. I opted from responding cause I had no comeback.

His eyes were blazing with heat when my eyes locked with his and lust pooled in my stomach. I glanced away but he ordered me to stare at him until I got him off.

When he groaned this time, our eyes were locked and I felt the sound in my p***y.

After two more hard strokes, he came over my fingers, grunting and groaning In a way that made me grow weak in the knees.

I pulled my sticky hands away, regarding it with disgust, but he grabbed my hand before I could wipe it off.

“Lick it.” He ordered.

I bristled. “Why? This is disgusting!”

He rolled his eyes. “Like you aren’t dying to taste it. Now, be a good girl and lick every drop.”

“F- f**k you!” I stuttered, face flushed in embarrassment as I brought the sticky hands to my mouth and began to lap the c*m up, his eyes closely watching me. I hated to admit it but him calling me a good girl and then ordering me to do this was the hottest thing ever, and my p***y clenched emptily as I lapped up the entire thing.

His eyes were dark when I finished and he nodded, stepping away. “Good girl.”

My face flamed and I turned away fast, hating myself for being aroused right now.

“When are you leaving?”

“Right now, so get some sleep, you’ll be needing it tomorrow.” He drawled and I stiffened.

“Why?”

“Cause I’ll be taking back what you took from me for almost three years.”

My heartbeat accelerated. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what he meant.

“T- that’s never happening!”

He chuckled. “Get some rest, Zara.”

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Even after Kael left, I couldn’t stop thinking about the handjob, and the entire conversation we had.

I hate him. So much. I couldn’t believe I was really stuck with him. I hate that he’s managed to unlock memories which I had locked up for almost three years.

I could vividly remember how hurt I was when I left this town in the past, how betrayed and heartbroken I felt. Back then, Micah told me kael has a girlfriend who he was planning to propose to.

I wondered if he’s proposed to that girlfriend yet? Or perhaps they’re married now with a kid. The possibility of that happening made me angrier at myself for getting aroused during the handjob.

I’ve never gotten aroused by giving a handjob before. Whenever Troy asked me to tease his c**k for it to get hard, it felt like a chore and nothing more. With Kael today, it was completely different.

And if Kael has a woman, it means he cheated on her this evening with me. But truly what more did I expect from a playboy like him?

Well, none of this was my business. I reminded myself. In no time, I’ll be out of his hair and all of this would be left behind me once again.

I just had no idea why Kael was assuming that I was protecting Troy cause I loved him.

I literally hated him so much. I just didn’t want Troy’ family’s wrath to fall on us, cause I knew they were really powerful. If Kael hurt their child, they might try to hurt my child too. That thought had me shuddering with fear and my eyes panned to the side of my bed where my daughter was now peacefully asleep. After kael left, I sent for the nurse he paid to watch my child and had her put Aaliyah beside me. She was my life and I’ll protect her no matter what.

I still feel shame at the fact that kael was the one who rescued me and saw me in that state. It was beyond humiliating. I had braced myself to be seen in that state by my brother and not kael of all people and it’s why I clamped up at the thought of fully spilling about all I went through to kael. I knew my brother wouldn’t judge me, but I wasn’t sure kael wouldn’t.

Tomorrow, If Micah still don’t reach out to me, I’ll call him.

My mind wandered off to to my parents and I wondered how they were fairing, and if they’ll ever forgive me for running away. I wasn’t even sure of how I’ll face them.

I didn’t get to fully prepare for all of this and I hate it.

I got up and decided to get a few stretches in. I did that a lot whenever a lot was on my mind.

I did the stretches for a few minutes and slowly, my muscles loosened up. I felt relaxed when I finally got to my feet, and as I slid into the bed again, I suddenly stiffened, feeling like I was being watched. I glanced towards the door just as a tiny crack echoed through the room.

I remained frozen, wondering if someone was truly watching me.

After a few seconds, I discarded that thought and shook my head. That was impossible. I was just being paranoid because of the trauma Troy has left me.

Slowly, I reminded myself that I was safe here and that Troy couldn’t hurt my daughter and I here. Kael might hate me but he’ll never let that happen, that I was certain of.

Even if he had no idea Aaliyah was his child.